We made 3 friends today. Actually, I guess just 2. No, wait. We met a total of 4 new friends, but only 2 of them I know their names.
We met Katie, a cattle dog like Charley that was black and white and a bit tinier than her. The one thing is that she was a real cattle dog. Her owner lives out on a ranch in Southern California that has goats and sheep and cows (CAN I GET AN WHAS UP??!!! WOULDN’T THAT BE THE ULTIMATE!!!) and that is what Katie does all day, is herd goats and sheep and cows. She had no idea what Charley was doing or talking about when she was busy catching balls and flying discs. She would just run after Charley and chase her, not quite knowing what Charley was herding. Charley on the other hand, was too concerned on playing keep my toy away from her and probably confused as to why she didn’t really have to protect her toys. Why doesn’t Katie give me a good fight for my things?
It turns out that Katie’s owner was house sitting for a gal down the street that flew her and Katie in to stay a whole month to watch her 2 cats. They’d never met, but at the last minute her lady that usually watches her cats had something come up. I guess she saw her on this site called Home Helpers, or something like that, and contacted her. She bought the crate for Katie to fly, and tickets for both. Katie’s owner said that she has been doing gigs like that since 2015. House sitting and moving her and there with Katie. Katie has her own facebook profile, and so does she.
I couldn’t help thinking that would be the absolute ultimate. To be able to travel to different places with Charley and experience different neighborhoods and towns and, possibly states. What a cool little niche, I swear.
Leon came along a bit later, and Katie took a dash over to him until her owner said, “hey! We’ve met! That is why Katie is going over there! We met at Cal Anderson!” Leon was a fluffy, adorable mini Australian Shepard with longer hair that was QUICK AS FIRE and liked to run, run, run. But, Leon was very interested in Charley’s flying discs. He had his own ball, but still wanted hers, but knew how to play with it. I told Charley to hold on while I picked up a Jawz disc and tossed it gently to Leon, who, at the last minute, caught a part of it in his jaws before it dropped. But that started the game rolling. I would try further throws, until it seemed he was catching on. Charley didn’t want any of that, because she was the pro, not him. So, right when I threw a pretty decent Leon-sized throw, out of sideways left came a flight-in-the-air Charley and intercepted.
Leon’s owner was very excited about this. Then, she remembered that it was going to be Leon’s 1st birthday and they were having a puppy party at Cal Anderson on June 1st around 4 p.m., and would we like to go? Katie and Charley?
Of course! We all agreed we’d go at see each other on that day for Leon’s birthday party.
As Charley and I were going home I realized I had no idea what the other gals names were. Just their dogs. I wonder if they realized that too?